There's No One Left To Blame
A refreshing rain drips nostalgia for the salacious, and this track uses pop to coyly lure retired danger out of its aged photograph and drenched polo shirt. It sits stiff in a yellowed sixties style and folded lawnchair at the fairgrounds under the shadow of a carefully propped umbrella and pointed in the direction of a familiar alt-country cover band. Courage becomes the act of deciding to leave the apartment to deal with the memories the world conjures, not actually experiencing today's weather on the skin. But it loves, longs, and sips a diet-coke.
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